I had a head injury early in the morning while I was dropping my son off at school. I left my worried son with his friends in the front yard and barely got upstairs to the school secretary's room to get a cool pack. The pain was immense. After a couple of minutes, the principal came and convinced me to call emergency medical services because "it's a head injury and you need to be examined." I was uncomfortable with that; I had never called them before. But he did convince me and didn't want to let me drive to work in that condition. I asked the secretary to inform my son that I'm OK, because I know how worried he would be. She did. I started to get a little dizzy and I felt bad. They came, examined me, and wanted to take me to the hospital for a CT scan. My hubby came at that time, and I just wanted to go home and rest. They gave him instructions to call them immediately if I started to throw up or see double, or generally didn't feel well. So I'm lying down the whole day, have a badass headache, and I hope it will stay that way 🤕